Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Vivianne continued, her voice tinged with sorrow, "Whatever your aunt may have told you, it's not the truth. My son and Augusta lived atop a remote mountain, where there was a secluded cabin. It was in that place that you were actually born, and I was the one who was with your mother during that time."

Jaegar absorbed this new revelation, the pieces of his past slowly coming together. The image he had formed of his early days was reshaping, and the truth seemed more complex and mysterious than he had ever imagined.

"What makes you think that I would believe you? and my aunt has no reason to lie to me," said Jaegar. He observed her, trying to figure out her words.

Nineteen years ago,

On a sunny day past noon, far from the imperial capital, atop a remote mountain, stood a cabin.

Inside the cabin, two maids sat before a woman named Augusta. She clutched the pillow, her face contorted in pain, tears streaming from her eyes. She was in labor.

Outside the cabin, Angus stood on the porch, deep in thought. Vivianne, too, was with him.

The cries of the labouring woman reverberated through the mountains.

Augusta's face was a portrait of both determination and agony as she lay on the bed in the cabin atop the mountain.

Her knuckles were white from gripping the wooden headrest, and her brow was furrowed as she endured the searing waves of pain coursing through her. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her chest heaved with each laboured breath.

The room was filled with a tense atmosphere as two maids stood on either side of Augusta, offering their support and assistance. Their faces were etched with worry and compassion as they held Augusta's hands, their touch gentle and reassuring. They knew the importance of this moment for Augusta.

Augusta's cries filled the room with a chorus of pain and determination. She closed her eyes tightly, summoning every ounce of strength within her as she pushed through the torment. Her voice trembled as she called out, with a mixture of anguish and determination in her tone.

The maids exchanged glances, silently communicating their support for the woman who was enduring such suffering. They had been through this before, but each time was unique, and each woman's experience of childbirth was different from the last.

Simultaneously, the sky above started to darken, and thick clouds gathered over the entire mountain and the capital city in the distance. The wind picked up, swirling the leaves and causing an eerie silence to settle over the surroundings.

Back in the cabin room,

And then, in a climactic moment, with one final, resolute push, Augusta brought her child into the world. The room was filled with the piercing cry of a newborn, a cry that was both a testament to life's beginning and a soothing balm to the pain-filled moments that had come before.

Exhausted and trembling, Augusta opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto her newborn son. A mixture of relief, joy, and overwhelming love washed over her face, replacing the agony that had been etched there just moments before. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she reached out to hold her baby, her heart overflowing with maternal affection.

The maids, too, shared in this profound moment, their faces softening as they beheld the miracle of new life. They carefully wrapped the baby in a soft blanket before gently placing him in Augusta's arms, where he nestled against her chest.

As mother and child gazed into each other's eyes, the room was filled with the lingering echoes of pain.

These ominous clouds spread as far as the eye could see. Angus and Vivianne stepped out into the front yard, gazing up at the sky.

RUMBLING!! RUMBING!!

Thunder rumbled, a deafening roar that echoed through the mountains. The wind howled with such intensity that it could topple anything in its path.

Inside the cabin, after the maid handed the baby to Augusta, she looked at the boy, who was staring up at her. Augusta whispered, "Jaegar, your name shall be Jaegar." as she held the boy to her face.

She was gazing at her so much that she didn't even hear the rumbling outside.

Suddenly, the sky turned a fiery crimson, the clouds resembling erupting lava. Thunder roared louder, red lightning cracked across the skies, and in the imperial capital, panic ensued.

People ran through the streets, desperately seeking shelter from the impending storm. The once bustling city now stood paralyzed by fear as the destructive power of nature unleashed its fury upon them.

In the midst of the chaos, the thunder gathered at one spot, and a brilliant crimson light shone directly on the cabin, right where Augusta and Jaegar were.

Augusta glanced around her, she couldn't see anything as it was too bright. She shielded her eyes from the blinding light, trying to make sense of what was happening.

The light vanished after a couple of seconds, and Angus and Vivianne, who had witnessed the spectacle from outside, hurried inside.

They found Augusta cradling the baby boy, her face radiant with joy. As they approached, Augusta looked up at Vivianne with tears streaming down her face. "He's perfect," she whispered, her voice filled with overwhelming love. Augusta and Vivianne exchanged a knowing smile, feeling the weight of the moment as they joined Augusta in celebrating the arrival of their newest family member.

Angus frowned, while Vivianne smiled warmly at Augusta, who proudly showed her the baby, and then she gave her the boy to hold him.

Present,

"That was when I first held you, you were so tiny and fragile," Vivianne reminisced, her voice filled with nostalgia.

She looked at Jaegar, who was standing, his face grim. Then he said, his voice deepening, "Then what happened?"

Jaegar's gaze was fixed on Vivianne.

She stared at the front, the memories of those ominous crimson clouds lingering in the back of her mind.

He knew that whenever those clouds appeared, it was a sign that something significant was happening in his life, like his evolution, and that they somehow held a connection to him. But his immediate concern was his mother, Augusta, knowing the truth.

Vivianne rose from her place and approached Jaegar, stopping in front of him as she continued her narrative.

Her words flowed like a bittersweet melody, recounting the moments of joy and love that Augusta had experienced after Jaegar's birth. It was heartening to hear how his mother had cherished him.

"Little Lin also came to visit you when she heard that she got a little brother," Vivianne added, her voice tinged with nostalgia. But the tone soon shifted, and her gaze dropped as she recalled the painful events that followed.

"After a few weeks, she suddenly came to me, wounded," Vivianne continued, her voice heavy with the weight of those memories. "Right after she arrived, Angus came. She gave you to me and asked me to promise, a promise to protect you at all costs.

Before I could ask any questions, she fell to the ground, covered in blood.  Then Angus explained that assassins had attacked the cabin when he wasn't there. You were crying inconsolably, and I didn't think twice. I left the palace and took you to your aunt.

She whispered to me, those words, and I still couldn't understand why she said that, she said, to keep you away from my family. I didn't understand why, but I respected her decision and gave you to your aunt.

I was in contact with your aunt, we talked once in a while. She assured me that you were safe and well taken care of.

Augusta was like a daughter to me, I cherished her, she was a great woman, and she would have been a great mother too." She let out a heavy sigh.

"Later, I learned from my son that he took her," she said after a little pause.

He laid your mother to rest near the cabin."

Jaegar listened intently, his emotions in a tumultuous swirl as he processed the information. He finally spoke, his voice low and filled with intensity, "The ones who killed my mother... what happened to them?"

Vivianne met his gaze squarely and replied, "Angus and I personally tracked down each and every one of them, and we ensured they paid for their crimes."

"We tried to investigate why they attacked her, we found that they actually came for you."

As Jaegar absorbed the weight of her words, memories of his mother's smiling face flashed before his eyes.

He let out a heavy sigh, his emotions swirling within him. "Thank you," he uttered, his voice thick with a mix of gratitude and the need for solitude. "I need some time to cool off."

With that, he turned away, his thoughts heavy with the revelations of the past, leaving Vivianne to contemplate the impact of her words on her grandson.

After walking a few steps, he turned back to her and asked her, "Can you... take me to the cabin?"